DP Daily Prompt: Four Stars

Write a review of your life— or someone close to you—as if it were a movie or a book.

I was the seventh child of my parents and the second daughter. I was told  I was born after my mom lost her ten month old son.

My sister informed  me mom sat in a corner every day and cried for her son who passed away.

I had an unusual malady as an infant I fainted without any reason, once my aunt had me on her lap, I suddenly fainted, my aunt cried and said, “Apa(big sister) I did not do anything.”

Before my mom could reply,my sister blurted out, “You didn’t do anything she always faints without reason.”

When my sister narrated  this I knew how much my sister loved me i.e. (hated me).

I loved poetry early on, I’d hang out with my older brothers and listened when they memorized poems esp. the funny ones. My memory was sharp, I recited the poem before my brothers  could learn by rote.

I loved singing quietly when no one was watching, the songs the nuns taught were my favorite.

I spent my time reciting my favorite poems and singing. My siblings always found me in the corner of my room, squatting on the floor singing.

I loved to go to school, but when I was unable to complete my homework, I’d make an excuse and stayed home. This angered my sister so much she’d scream at the top of her lungs with the words, “Dad is spoiling her.”

Life according to me was playing with my siblings, having fun moving around the neighborhood exploring a brand new place every day. I never ever thought what I’d like to be when I grow up, these feelings never found its way  in my mind.

When I was eleven my Dad planned a trip to Bangladesh, it was the first time I saw my aunts,  uncles and cousins. Before I saw them in real life I wondered if I have these relatives that my friends boasted about. The mystery was solved I too have near and dear ones like them.

I barely turned twelve, it was a Wednesday morning, the sun was bright, we the younger siblings came out of the house to play as usual, a loud scream from my mother caught our attention, we raced inside, mom was in Dad’s room, we all went in, to my absolute horror I witnessed my dad taking his last breath.

Things were not the same after this incident,my mom announced we will go to Bangladesh for good.

Everyone in the family was heartbroken as we packed our belongings to leave the place we called home for so long!

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365 Writing Prompts: April 2, 2015

When I was a child, I was never attached  to any inanimate object. Sure I played with some, at the end of the day, it disappeared, I did not care to look for it.

We my siblings and I spent hours playing with flat pieces of stone, we lay one on top of the other, when it had a reasonable height, we struck it with a round stone to scatter the flat pieces, this continued until we had enough of it.

Our next interest was to explore the neighborhood, there were many queer places which always attracted our attention, one day we decided to visit one of the places, it was near a race course, we walked on and on and suddenly saw a crowd of people ,we had to know what they were up to. We were delighted to see a group of people frying parathas  in a giant-sized wok outdoors. These flat round breads looked delicious. We had no money but the guys were giving them to every one there, we stood watching them one of them invited us to join them.

I can still taste those delicious flat breads.

Attaching myself to material objects I fear is a waste of time, if it is lost I’d be weeping for endless number of days. My way is better playing with stones found on the ground can never attract anyone’s attention, it can be left anywhere there is no danger of losing them.

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DP Daily Prompt: Just a Dream

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us what you find on the other side.

Last night was a bad one for me, at first I couldn’t sleep, as soon as I dozed off, I had a very scary dream, I was walking in our neighborhood, suddenly I saw a number of people in black attire chasing me, I was so afraid I began to run, I took a turn on Allendale road, I found it blocked, there were three stop signs, one of the men guarding the sign said, ‘if you want to escape choose one of these signs, as soon as you reach closer there is a door behind which will open up for you to get through.”

Fear gripped me, was this a trap I thought, what will I do, not knowing how to escape I said a prayer closed my eyes and started walking. Someone stopped me I heard him saying, “This way please.”

I saw the door on my  right open, on the other side of the door I found my teacher Sr. Rose Bernard, she smiled and said: “Chaman dear welcome we were waiting for you to join us to celebrate Evie’s birthday.”

” But I forgot to bring a gift I said.”

I woke up and found myself in bed talking gibberish!

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DP Daily Prompt: In loving Memory

I will not write an obituary of me, instead I will write about the little town where we lived and grew up.

The town is Comilla, it’s in Bangladesh. It was a very quiet peaceful town when we went there to live. Thakurpara was the name of the neighborhood , I guess it was a neighborhood where most of the people were mostly Hindus, so the name Thakurpara was appropriate.

Our neighborhood was full of small ponds where the people spend time swimming and hanging out to get relief from the hot summer.

Transportation used mostly were rickshaws, we enjoyed visiting our aunts and uncles in rickshaws. There was one rickshaw driver who had a bad temper, he got into arguments with his passengers. Everyone knew him and they tried not to hire him. Most of them were very nice.

There were vendors who sold, vegetables, fish and chicken. It was convenient because we all could buy food from them without having to go to shops.

My mom had to go in a rickshaw to buy rice, sugar, tea and other things from the shops in the bazaar.

With the increase in population, there are hardly any open spaces, there are shops everywhere.

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Wikipedia images of Comilla, Bangladesh.

365 Writing Prompts: Community Service

Your entire community– however you define that; your hometown, your neighborhood, your family, your colleagues, is guaranteed to read your blog tomorrow. Write the post you’d like them all to see.

I live in the capital of my province. we have one university here. some of the inhabitants buy houses to rent it to the students, who are from other communities and some are from other provinces and countries  as well.

Memorial university has a wide variety of subjects to choose from and the tuition fees is the lowest, so it attracts many students from various provinces of Canada and other countries.

My house is located close to the university.

I know some of the neighbors, we visit each other regularly. It is a relatively quiet neighborhood except when the students renting the houses have a cause to celebrate. The landlords try their best to inform the students, that it is a residential place and they’re not allowed to be rowdy.

The students try their best but go off the handle and forget the rules, which either results in their leaving the house or if they promise not to be disruptive they’re allowed to stay!

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Writing Prompt: Memories for Sale

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

On a road trip one summer, my daughter and I decided to take a tour of  Moncton ,New Brunswick. We were driving around the city to see some favorite spots,as we were moving along  around the neighborhood, I saw a large “Garage Sale”, sign, we decided to stop and check it out. There were many interesting things on sale, I wondered as I moved along, why were they selling so many antiques. I was told the owner had died few months ago, the kids were not interested to keep any of it so they put up all these memorabilia for sale.

I thought about it for a few minutes and wondered would the things I accumulated with so much love will have the same fate? I brushed off that sad feeling and continued to walk around to see if I’d like something to take back with me. Unexpectedly I spotted a painting I had given to my youngest daughter, I picked it up, my memories of that painting flashed me by,this was the one my husband and I bought from the Franklin mint , we loved it so much and thought of passing it on someday to my youngest daughter.

when she came home for a visit the first thing she   asked for was that same painting which was collecting dust on the roadside, because it was her favorite I immediately gave it to her, I was shocked to see, it was one of the items for sale.

I was torn, shall I buy it or forget I saw it, I ended up moving away, I told myself it will only bring back memories which will hurt my feelings. 

Without saying a word I got into the car and decided I didn’t want to see any more of the city!

 

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